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The Asphalt and the Sin

by The Spreewells

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jnerebel An amazing collection of riveting rock with a message that all should hear. Favorite track: Diego Garcia.
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1.
AP 02:58
AP Syndicates and stylish kids Schoolteachers facing down the lids Everybody's got a point to make today And everybody loves a well-attended parade Oh-oh-oh-oh But from San Giovanni to your living room Its a long long way and you shouldn't assume The men in the newsroom are old and cunning Something about the story's always gonna be funny Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh But now we're famous baby, look at the TV set But I can't see our faces in that imagery yet Didn't I see you down by the park? Was it you – in the via Cavour? Did you hear what they said? Well it's not strictly true About the glass that broke and the rocks that went sailing through Cos the camera phones were our eyes on the street And caught the boys with the bats hanging with the police Yeah they got it on film, so let me repeat: The boys with the bats came in with the police So from San Giovanni to your living room Its a long long way and you shouldn't assume Cos the men in the newsroom are old and cunning Something bout the story's guaranteed to be funny But now we're famous baby, look at the TV set But I don't recognize our faces in that imagery yet Was it you that smashed that car? Was it you – in the via Cavour?
2.
Ryanair Express How could I forget the asphalt and the sin? The motorbike or the ways you liked all the times I touched your skin Garbatella, Tuscolana, Aniene, they're haunted names to me too Like every road down which we've been No one gave us a thought and we hardly left a trace "Fatality" written right across that city's face I'm glad you held on tight whenever I drove too fast Or too slow, which was all the time, I know Always acting up and crying out Reaching out with both of my hands I took a Ryanair express To another promised land But now's the time to let it Now's the time to let it go But I don't know, I just don't know What happens to the words we spoke And the air we breathed? Where do they go? Where will they go? I've been to confirm we really never left a trace Fatality's been erased from that old city's face Garbatella, Tuscolana, Aniene, they're haunted names to me still And I'm on my toes, looking over every hill Always acting up and crying out Reaching out with both of my hands I took a Ryanair express To another promised land
3.
Pointless 03:02
Pointless You were never one to give out a lot of information And I've no idea where you're likely now to be But I don't need to ask you how those old dreams all worked out I've never seen your face on my TV We used to sit in your room critiquing import records We had all the time then that we could use We had checkered tees from Beckers and lots of DIY No one cared, and least of all us two But in retrospect it all seems a little bit pointless We were so convinced we were totally punk We'd kohl our eyes, metamorphosize and take the bus down into town Take our hits with the other kids And then waste the afternoon Just hanging around We'd hope and fear when girls watched us Drink our beer Then I'd stumble up the stairs Feel the spinning in my head The next day there'd be a show to see, some kind of hot new group And the thought of all that confidence in the room with me made me sweat Oh, that's what we get, and there's no space to complain You just deal with it like a pigeon hides from the rain And in retrospect it all seems a little bit pointless Or was it? I don't know what that even means Sure, all those predictable things happened Like they do He who says his word isn't always heard It just floats off and it leaves you blue Like it's pointless Pointless Pointless
4.
You're All Pedophiles The demos arrive by the basket But the sounds are depressingly the same Is it really too much to ask for A spotty genius who's voice just changed And nothing unlocks your delectation And the pleasures of joys depraved Than when the new voice of a generation Has barely started to shave You're all pedophiles Your fingers damp on the dials You got your eye on the scene If the next Byron or Keats Sold lemonade on your street You'd be ever so keen The newest bedroom baladeer won't finish school for another year But the comparisons are starting to fly And his downy upper lip with talent clearly drips And you lap it up and I know why Because you're pedophiles Your fingers damp on the dials You've got your eye on the scene If the next Byron or Keats Sold lemonade on your street You'd be ever so keen In your magazine Sit down boys, time for the interview to start Now this is where you watch them misbehave and try to act the part That they've been practicing for all their lives And you're in heaven, you're in rapture The future is staring you right between the eyes The latest female voice from the top of the critics choice Still has to ask you to buy her a beer She thinks this is gonna be fun but the poor kid she's the only one Cos you've already plotted out her career You're all pedophiles Your fingers damp on the dials You got your eye on the scene If the next Dylan or Pete Sold lemonade on your street You'd be walking in a dream
5.
All the Things All the things he said he'd do for you All his lies and all that he said that was true It was more than just a game to him But it’s a shame whenever good intentions count for nothing But whatever So what you gonna do with silence that surrounds? What's your next move now that everything is broken down? Don't know a person in this whole town who isn't waiting for something But I really don't mean to lump in you with what's lying around Glad you don't mind my asking you Questions to which the answers just aren't coming through Cos in your shoes I would never put up with shit like that from you I've got miles and miles and miles to catch up I'm desperate for a bed so that I can rest up And I'm not feeling any younger haunting these old streets With these old dreams beneath my feet Even if I like your name on my tongue Glad you don't mind my asking you Questions to which the answers just aren't coming through Cos in your shoes I would never put up with shit like that from you
6.
Dreams of Lebanon "Cheeky cheeky monkey what is it you're trying to say? I'm all ears and eyes for you" I'm feeling sub-suburban in the shadow of the stories of the Places where you go – and the things you do And this giant world In which you seem to move The director's assistant is dishing out some secrets Bout the wife of the famous man The fisheries inspector's telling all about the dancefloor Moves that hooked Hugh Grant And I'm just alone with you In the pro-pro-pro-proverbial crowded room Cos you had me at "Palestine" With the pinhole cameras And the darkroom in a john You've left me upended in the air With the strangest dreams Of trips to Lebanon "Cheeky cheeky monkey do your best to catch your breath This hardly qualifies as stress" The Alitalia blanket leaves me colder than the oceans That separate the east from the west And rest from the best And me from you You had me at "Palestine" With the pinhole cameras And the darkroom in the john You've left me upended in the air With the strangest dreams Of trips to Lebanon The strangest dreams Of trips to Lebanon
7.
Diego Garcia 02:27
Diego Garcia Its always hard on the little ones But if you ask around Its just as bad for the middle sons When the dynasty starts burning through the love Will the rebels attack from the wast? Or will they come in from the east? You must beware noncommittal ones Your back is turned and then its all the above Do you remember Ibiza Spain? That was us at our ruthless best That bitch will never be the same Lesson learned, though, brother brother brother tell me now, weren't those the days? But now there's death raining down from above From Diego Garcia The people will always bless our name But the hour tells me that now its time to pray (Let us pray) Bring me my mastiffs Bring me my silken shirts, pour me Hennessey You're not going anywhere, you're staying right here With me till the artificial fire draws the curtains on me Bring me my mastiffs Bring me my silken shirts, pour me Hennessey You're not going anywhere, you're staying right here With me while the artificial fire draws the curtains on me Cos now there's death raining down from above From Diego Garcia The people will always bless our name And the hour tells me - now its time to pray Let us pray
8.
Madrid to Montevideo It's a long way from Madrid to Montevideo But people survive such journeys all the time The camera points at the ruined houses The football fans swagger in their blouses And you look at me and this all seems sublime It's the wrong way to shoot things straight to video But people make that mistake more often than they will say And the hotel clerk worked the phones But we underpacked so we froze to the bone We didn't see a newspaper for at least nine days Come up to the room with me baby, please With the demonstrators shouting and banging down in the street Cos it's a long long way From back here to yesterday It's a one-way trip on a one-way boat Is it fair to think it can stay afloat? Come on sweetness, let's order another drink You know I love disappearing in your eyes when you blink Come up to the room with me baby, please With the demonstrators shouting and fighting down in the street Cos it's a long long way From back here to yesterday It's a one-way trip on a one-way boat Is it fair to think it can stay afloat? Such a long long way From back here to what we can say today Mere dreams of aviation Cannot fortify our patience It's a long way from Madrid to Montevideo But people survive such journeys all the time
9.
Radio Silence I was awakened by the hissing of the rain I thought of you before all of that other shit came And it took hold and the day is just a minute old And this room that's seen so many things Is right now feeling miserable and cold When we undressed, time compressed super tight Now those hours vie with months of ordinary time, and that's not right But I give in without a fight And I'm fighting for the right from you To give in without a fight another day It just won't go away But now you've called for radio silence To protect yourself before the feelings get too violent And the window pane is not misnamed When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again I've got no reception or my battery's gone dead The only conversation's taking place inside my head But it just stays the same, there's nothing new coming in And if its been a sin for us to begin this amorous affair Well my morality just really really really doesn't care I'd come for you anywhere But now you've called for radio silence To protect yourself before the feelings get too violent And the window pane is not misnamed When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again And the window pane has earned its name When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again And the window pane is not misnamed When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again

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released February 1, 2014

Richard Wittman: rhythm guitar and vocals
Jeff Gross: lead guitar; backing vocals
Mike Ball: bass guitar; backing vocals
Joel Joseph: drums

Mixed by Rick Parker: AP, Pointless, You're all Pedophiles, Diego Garcia, Madrid to Montevideo
Mixed by Luke Tierney: Ryanair Express, All the Things, Dreams of Lebanon, Radio Silence

Produced by Luke Tierney and Jeff Gross

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The Spreewells Los Angeles, California

The Spreewells make angular energetic music about the modern world. Their name evokes the savage beauty of a certain 1990s NBA star and the noble river that flows through a delicious foreign city. We are: Richard Wittman (voice, rhythm guitar), Jeff Gross (lead guitar; sometimes bass), & Mike Ball (bass; sometimes lead guitar). Drums were played by Milo Todesco and, on Marginalia, by Joel Joseph. ... more

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